In a distant kingdom far from Seravelle,
surrounded by endless desert sands,
slave trading thrived like wildfire, cruel, relentless, and profitable.
A powerful man lounged on his gilded throne,
eyes glazed with boredom as he watched four omega slaves kneeling silently in the corner, their heads bowed low in submission.
His voice suddenly boomed through the hall,
"Haven't you found the escaped omega yet?"
The soldier dropped to his knees, trembling under the king's piercing gaze.
"Forgive me, my King," he said with a bowed head, his voice tight with fear.
"It appears… he has crossed the border into Seravelle."
"Leave, you stupid idiot!!" the King roared, his voice echoing through the marble hall like
thunder.
"Brother, calm down. I bring good news," said the Second Prince Hajim as he entered, his tone composed but his eyes gleaming with excitement.
"What is it, Hajim?" King Herald narrowed his eyes. "I thought you were busy hunting
down the last Prince of Elarion?" He had assigned Hajim that task long ago and there had been no word since.
Hajim smirked. "Well, I'm back because I finally located him." His voice dropped to a
gleeful whisper. "And to top it all… he's an omega." He grinned maliciously.
The King's expression darkened into a sinister smile. "A royal-blooded omega?" he growled, intrigued. "Bring him to me, at once!"
Hajim's smirk faltered. His lips pressed into a tight line. He hesitated.
"Why aren't you answering?!" King Herald barked, fury rising once more.
"That prince… he's in Seravelle." Hajim lowered his gaze, voice subdued. "And… he's the Duke of the North's lover."
The King's jaw clenched. His teeth ground audibly, and his fists curled into shaking balls
of rage.
He couldn't strike Seravelle so easily, not without risking a war.
"Also, Velzra has been imprisoned in the North," Hajim added quietly, as if unsure
whether to fuel the fire.
The King stood abruptly, his chair toppling behind him. "There are three omegas in
Seravelle and two of them bear royal blood…" He paced, eyes burning with
ambition and fury. "I must have them. All of them."
His mind raced, already spinning a dark web of schemes and deceit.
"Contact the Alchemy Tower. I need them to create a potion one that can erase memories... or bend them to my will," King Herald commanded coldly.
"Yes, Your Majesty," the man from the shadows replied, stepping forward with a low bow.
"Hajim, what about the omega I gave you? Have you gotten it pregnant yet?" King Herald asked, his voice sharp and laced with impatience.
"Not yet, brother," Hajim answered, lowering his head in shame.
The king clenched his jaw, his eyes narrowing as he turned to the four omegas kneeling lifelessly beside his throne, broken, obedient, and silent.
"Take them to the Crimson Chamber," he ordered the chamberlain, his voice laced with sinister intent.
"Yes, Your Majesty," the chamberlain responded quickly.
The four omegas rose slowly and followed without protest, like soulless dolls, their
will long since crushed.
"Brother, the council is becoming increasingly insistent that you take a Queen. They say you need an heir," Hajim said carefully.
"You think I don't know that?" the King snapped. "But an heir must be powerful. One
touched by Lunaris, the Moon God. I will not waste my blood on something weak."
"I understand, brother… but the council—"
"The council exists because I allow it," King Herald interrupted with a glare. "Anyone who dares defy my will... will choke on their own blood. I am the King. And I decide who lives and who dies."
"I will go to the Crimson Chamber and make an heir," King Herald declared coldly as he
turned and walked away, his heavy steps echoing through the halls.
Inside the Crimson Chamber, the four omegas sat quietly on the blood-red bedsheets, their bodies tense and hearts heavy with dread.
"The King will be in a foul mood again… and he'll take it out on us," Kali muttered, his
voice trembling. He stared blankly at the floor, his black eyes reflecting a life of pain and resignation. All four bore the mark of the crescent moon on their lower abdomens, a sign of their omega bloodline, the reason they were stolen and sold into servitude.
"I hope we can leave this place someday," Lian whispered, hugging his knees to his chest. "Just like Yael did… when he met that merchant man. He was lucky."
"Why don't we try to escape?" Nim asked softly, glancing nervously at the door. "We could go to Seravelle. I heard the King is afraid to attack that kingdom."
Gin shook his head grimly. "The Shadows would kill us before we even got past the gate. You know that."
A heavy silence fell over them.
The four omegas sighed in unison, a sound full of despair and longing. Their eyes
shimmered with silent tears as they clung to the faint hope that someone, anyone, might one day rescue them from this gilded prison of cruelty and shame.
The heavy door of the Crimson Chamber creaked open.
King Herald stepped inside, his presence casting a chilling shadow across the dimly lit
room. The four omegas Kali, Gin, Lian, and Nim, shivered in place, their bare feet pressed to the cold stone floor. Once, they might have felt honored to serve the King. But now, they knew better.
They knew the truth.
He wasn't a man, he was cruelty incarnate.
His piercing gaze swept over them like a whip. "Why," he said in a cold, dead voice, "are you still dressed?"
The silence snapped like glass.
"Kali. Undress me."
Kali scrambled to his feet, trembling as he approached. His fingers shook while
unfastening the King's robe. When the silk fell to the floor, King Herald stood bare, unashamed, hard with twisted anticipation. Kali hesitated, but the King's glare froze him into obedience, and he stripped off his own clothes next, followed by the others.
They were now all naked.
King Herald walked to the black chest in the corner and opened it. Inside was a tangle of
restraints, toys, and tools of control. He took out a long coil of rope and two black vibrators.
Without a smile, he threw the vibrators at Kali and Gin.
"Plug these in your holes. Now."
Kali caught his, his hands trembling. Gin looked pale as he slowly obeyed. Whimpers escaped their lips as they slid the devices in, feeling the cold rubber stretch them before the vibrations buzzed to life, low and cruel.
"Lian. Nim. Come here."
They Crawled obediently across the red satin bed, their eyes downcast.
"Suck me."
The King sat down, legs spread, one hand gripping Nim's hair as he guided them in, the
other pulling Lian closer. The room filled with the wet, obscene sounds of submission.
"You will not speak unless I command it," he growled. "And you will not stop until I say
so."
As Lian and Nim obeyed, Herald turned to Kali and Gin, who were squirming as the vibrators inside them pulsed wickedly.
"Tie yourselves," he said, tossing the rope to the floor. "Arms behind your backs. I want to see the marks dig into your skin."
Kali knelt and began wrapping the rope around his wrists, trying to hold in his gasps as the vibrations made it harder to concentrate. Gin mirrored him, and soon both were bound, vulnerable, and flushed.
The King smirked.
"Good," he murmured darkly. "Tonight, I will make you all pregnant"
King Herald's handsome face twisted into disgust as he looked down at the bound omegas, their bodies trembling, holes vibrating, mouths working desperately to please him.
"You worthless, moaning whores."
He struck Lian across the cheek, hard. The sound cracked through the chamber like thunder. Lian gasped, his lips smeared, eyes brimming with tears, but he dared not speak.
"You let nobles fuck you, you let soldiers fuck you. You beg for my cock" he sneered,
gripping Nim by the hair and yanking his head back until his neck strained,
"but not one of you has given me an heir."
He pushed Nim's face away with force. "All this breeding and not a single drop of royal
blood to show for it."
He rose from the bed, towering above them. The flickering candlelight made his shadow
dance across the red walls like a demon.
"You were sold like livestock," he hissed. "And that's all you are. Breeding machines.
Meat to fuck. Holes to fill."
He grabbed Kali's chin roughly, forcing him to look up. "I paid for you with gold and
blood. And you still dare to sit here, empty."
Then he slapped him.
Kali cried out, head jerking sideways, tears slipping down his bruised cheek.
"Gin, your last heat was a waste," Herald growled. "Did you even try to catch my seed? Or were you too busy pretending to moan like you enjoyed it? You disgust me."
He paced now, naked and seething. "I should send you all to the pit and bring in new
ones from the slave markets. Ones with tighter holes. Younger. Fertile."
The room was silent except for soft crying and the low hum of the vibrators still
buzzing inside Kali and Gin.
"Look at yourselves," he spat. "You call this service? You can't even give me a child.
You're nothing."
He reached into the drawer by the bed and pulled out a thick metal ring and a harsh-looking spreader bar. "I'm going to breed each of you tonight," he said coldly. "Again. And again. Until you break."
Lian whispered, voice cracking, "We're trying, Your Majesty…"
Herald froze.
Then struck him again, harder.
"You don't speak unless I tell you to."
He turned to the rest. "If even one of you dares to defy me again, I'll have your tongues ripped out. And the next time I visit this chamber, I expect round bellies or
bleeding ones."
He stepped over to Gin and Kali, kneeling with the vibrators humming inside them. "On your backs. Legs open. I'm not going to be kind tonight. I want to hear you scream."